Tag: Prasad Sanyal blog
Fix You, or Fix Your LinkedIn Bio?
<!--Uday Deb--> There are two kinds of people in this world: those who go to Coldplay concerts, and those who wake up the next morning ... Read More
A tale of two cities (and a beer tray): Notes from Cologne and Bonn
<!--Uday Deb--> “Sunset over Cologne: the Hohenzollern Bridge frames the twin spires of Kölner Dom as the Rhine reflects the golden hour glow.” Somewhere between ... Read More
WiFi at 40,000 Feet and Other Modern Tragedies
<!--Uday Deb--> Somewhere over Athens, and very much online. Many years ago — and I say this not with the smugness of an ageing tech ... Read More
High-Frequency Fibs: How SEBI can avoid getting JANED again
<!--Uday Deb--> Somewhere between Dalal Street and Wall Street, there’s a humming server, a caffeinated quant, and an algorithm that can out-think morality in under ... Read More
Fork You Very Much: Why the West still loses sleep over brown hands in rice
<!--Uday Deb--> There are few things that still manage to unravel the seams of Western civility quite like a brown man casually eating with his ... Read More
Fork You Very Much: Why the West still loses sleep over brown hands in rice
<!--Uday Deb--> There are few things that still manage to unravel the seams of Western civility quite like a brown man casually eating with his ... Read More
How to Lose a Great Manager (and Your Soul) in 10 Promotions
<!--Uday Deb--> There are two types of people in the workplace. The ones who get things done. And the ones who get promoted for it. ... Read More
Why good managers disappear like good wi-fi in government buildings
<!--Uday Deb--> A good manager makes himself irrelevant. No, this is not a resignation letter. It’s a management philosophy. Also, a spiritual awakening. And possibly ... Read More
The boredom we grew up with — and why it mattered
<!--Uday Deb--> The other day, my 17-year-old niece looked my wife dead in the eye and said, “You grew up bored.” It wasn’t an insult. ... Read More
Every word has a consequence. Every silence too.
<!--Uday Deb--> Some mornings, I wake up and feel like I’ve wandered into a Beckett play with bad lighting. The coffee’s still bitter, the headlines ... Read More